Rats were a nightmare throughout Europe, but European residents at this time did not know this. They were still happy to find something to entertain them in their spare time.

There's nothing more stress-relieving than watching a hound tear apart mice, or, if anything, crushing them one by one into pulp with the soles of your feet.

Seeing the black rats running around in the wooden fence, listening to the popping sounds of the meatballs exploding, or standing back and listening to their screams, everyone on the sidelines will go crazy.

.

Except Kawi.

He thought that the war between humans and mice would be some interesting activity, but he did not expect that it would be a killing competition with time as the criterion for victory. Moreover, this kind of killing had no technical content and was purely for fun.

Rats are the dirtiest animals. The splattered blood and meat will spread the pathogenic bacteria in their bodies everywhere. There were no antibiotics in the 19th century, so once infected, it would be very troublesome.

Kawei pays great attention to his daily life and has brought over all his old habits.

He only drinks water that has been boiled, and washing his hands with alkaline soap is his favorite thing to do. From time to time, he will use a cloth to wrap his mouth and nose. But when encountering 100 rats that are about to be bitten in such a small environment, Kawei

I chose to escape.

After escaping from the tavern, he even felt a little regretful.

This entertaining game also made Kawei feel for the first time how difficult it was to live in the 19th century, and how good it was not to get sick.

Thinking that it had been a week since he traveled through time, he might have gone too smoothly, so he wasn't cautious enough. If it hadn't been for the cold weather in March, he might have been bitten several times by fleas in the basement, and fleas happened to be one of the vectors for the spread of the plague.

Main way.

Kawei stood on the street, his mind was confused.

The first thing he thought of was his own place of residence.

Basinger Street is dirtier than the ward of the Municipal General Hospital, and there are many piles of rats in it. Although it is usually invisible, if you put the "steel teeth" in, you might see a pile of small corpses the next day.

It was impossible for him to raise a dog. The only thing he could do was to get out of there as soon as possible.

Coupled with Alina's request, Kawi already has a sufficient purpose to get rid of Mick. What he needs now is a reason. The daily bandage changing care of Laszlo and Morasso should be able to block his mouth.

Whether it works or not, you won’t know until you try it.

The next thing that comes to mind is experiments. The upcoming oxytocin experiments also involve a large number of rodents.

He didn't care before because he had already made a lot of preparations. Thick cloth gloves and face coverings were standard. If possible, he could also buy himself a pair of glasses to prevent blood splatter.

But now that I think about it, these may not be enough.

He must hurry up when enrolling in school. Only by staying in school can he have the capital to conduct experiments with peace of mind. And those professors who are still confused by the causes of infectious diseases also need some guidance of their own.

After two consecutive waves of pessimistic thinking, Kawei still reacted and gave himself some optimistic thoughts.

Europeans are still very "experienced" with the Black Death, and there have been no reports of wyn so far, which means the situation is not bad. However, there are hundreds of pathogenic microorganisms in mice, so we still have to be careful.

Mudd, never come to a ghost place like this again.

"Kavi? What's wrong with you?" Berget, who also came out with the same aversion to the basement, asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

It's really not comfortable.

"Uh, no, I just want to get some air." Kawei smiled awkwardly, "I'm really into mice..."

"Actually, I am a little bit too." Berget sighed and immediately added, "But the boxing match just now was quite interesting."

"Why do they like looking at these things so much?"

"Actually, it's good to come here." Bergt thought of an incident that happened four months ago: "Mr. Hans is the kind of person who is not afraid of sweet and salty, and can tolerate anything as long as he has an appetite.

Compared with the black boxing matches I was taken to before, the taste here is much lighter."

The game ended quickly. Gang Ya ended the battle in 5 minutes and 28 seconds, once again breaking through his own limit.

It brought the boss nearly 300 crowns in income, and the reward was two pieces of meat totaling less than 3 crowns.

Five well-known young men, dressed in poor clothes, left the tavern dejectedly. At first glance, they looked just like the drunken gamblers on the street corner.

"Lost again..."

"It's okay, we won the bet last time."

"That's because the weapons given in the lottery were so lucky." Hans defended, "Dual-wielding machetes versus a pair of bare-handed fists, and the place is so small, it's hard not to win."

"Maybe we should do the opposite?"

"If that's the case, maybe..."

Kawei didn't have time to discuss gambling routines with them. What he cared about was how to explain to Mick the reason why he needed to move when he returned to No. 73.

As long as Mick has a little common sense, he should know that the care work of Laszlo and Morasso is definitely much more important than writing the code book in No. 73. But Mick has never played according to common sense. If he refuses,

How should I face it myself?

Suddenly, there was a burst of curses in the tavern behind him.

After a while, a man was kicked out and kicked out. Then a group of thugs came out with glass bottles and iron bars in their hands.

"Good guy, Fuleni, I didn't expect to see you here. Even if you don't pay back the money, you still dare to come to the boxing match?" The leading thug threw away the bottle in his hand and stepped forward to kick it.

He kicked his legs and said, "You have been dragging your feet for a whole month. I advise you to pay back the money quickly."

"I...I have no money."

"No money?"

The gangster winked at the man behind him, took an iron rod, and without a word, smashed it directly into his knee. Perhaps the alcohol had played a role, but the man named Fuleny didn't have time to hide, and he hit him firmly on the knee.

Got two sticks.

Suddenly there were screams in the street, and the calf he was curling up in his arms seemed to be not his, and his toes turned in a strange direction.

"I extracted three of your teeth last time, and now you have lost one of your legs. If you don't pay back the money, don't blame us for coming to ask for money."

The boss in everyone's mouth didn't care about his screams, and just stated the rules of this street: "You should understand the rules. If your family has no money, then you will have no choice but to sell your wife."

"Sell?"

"You don't need me to teach you how to sell. There are many places on this street that accept people. It's up to you to decide."

"But she, she's in the hospital."

"We don't dare to go to the hospital. There are too many dignitaries and dignitaries there, and it's not good to cause trouble. But as soon as we get out of the hospital and return home, it's not up to you."

The boss threw the stick, spat on the man, and sent a group of men with evil smiles back to the tavern: "Brothers, I'll pay for today! There will be a more exciting game in the middle of the night, let's continue drinking!"

The matter was seen by those five people.

Apart from Hans, Frenny was an acquaintance of theirs, Nora's bastard husband.

In fact, this man was already famous in the hospital before Kawei and Werther drove him away. After Nora was diagnosed with narrowed birth canal, Berget and the others also saw him. He was flirting, cheating, robbing, gambling, drinking, and doing domestic violence.

So proficient, he is simply a hexagonal scumbag.

Since Nora became pregnant and was hospitalized, the family lost her share of the maid's income, and Fleny, who was used to living a carefree life, began to borrow money from everywhere.

The current ending is entirely his own fault.

But what should Nora do?

According to Bergt's own character and the dedication of old-time knights he inherited from his uncle, he would definitely have to teach them a lesson if something like this happened, and of course Fuleny would also have to teach them a lesson.

But Sarson and Mellen, who know better about gray areas, would never agree.

"They're just a bunch of rats!" Sarson pulled on Bergt's coat and advised, "Are you addicted to watching the game and want to enter the venue yourself?"

"Of course! I want to tear them apart one by one like steel teeth!"

"You wake up!" Meren also advised him, "If there were no wooden boards around it, would it be possible to kill so many rats?"

"The rich have their own ways of playing, and the poor have their own rules. We can't control it, and we can't control it." Sarson walked directly to Begut and pushed him back, "Let's go quickly, it's too big here."

It’s messy and not suitable for us.”

"Yes, I have to go, let's go eat... Kawei, you should follow me~"

"Oh, I got it."

Kawei, who was standing aside, could do nothing but lament Nora's misfortune.

He neither has Berget's impulsive personality nor does Sarson or Melen's understanding of the bottom. At the same time, because of his career, he is not as aloof as Hans. After all, he is a patient about to go to the operating table.

He was somewhat touched.

However, these feelings are not strong, and Kawei also knows that things cannot be changed casually. And Fuleni is indeed annoying enough that he doesn't even bother to look at it.

Anyone who encounters such a bastard would want to go up and beat him up, which actually makes him care more about the big brother who beats people.

So while Berget and the others were still discussing whether they should go up and have a fight, Kawei discovered that the eldest brother did not follow his men back to the tavern. Instead, after sending everyone in, he walked in alone.

of dark alley.

There wasn't much light on the street, and it was even darker in the dark alley.

Under the faint light of the oil lamp at the entrance of the tavern, Kawei still saw two figures in the dark, one tall and one short.

Their backs were to the street corner, and they had very common figures. Kawei glanced at it twice and was not interested in taking a closer look. Just when he was about to leave with a few companions, the tall man suddenly stood half forward.

Stepping forward, half of the left side of the face was exposed.
To be continued...